Lyrics:
is Master Satan, you know
Rosemary's Baby
Unknown to her
Will be the Devil's Child
Rosemary's Baby
Born to the Black
Driving her crazy and wild
yours, so let me know
She wedded her man
Let's elope to Japan
Between the Rosemary wilds we'll hide
I thought I was your boy, the earths on hold
an acre of land
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between wild water and silvery sand
Then she shall be a true of mine
Of mine, of mine, of mine
Then she
as you can ohh
Oh babe, we ain't no good
No, we're all bad
I want your child
You're my Rosemary
You drive me wild
Like a mortuary
The smell of sex
Our
his shoes so clean?
He barely house broken
Mold unclean air in our wild moments
Focused overgrown topiary uproot
Rosemary middle fingers poking out
She ain't got no money, clothes are kinda funny
Hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
She
on down through the Bible Belt
Rosemary cries to the sky and asks for help
The children, wild and free, but they can't be mine
Won't you tell me, Rosemary
She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows
She ain't got no money
Clothes are kinda funny
Hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows
She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
Rosemary
do you feel this is the night
underneath the stars
in the headlights of the cars
you can run away in time
to a place where you will shine
She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows
She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows like me
She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but Love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows
Oh
She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody
Oh
She ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Her hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody
Well, she ain't got no money
Her clothes are kinda funny
Hair is kinda wild and free
Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes
And nobody knows
mind
When you're around
In my wild dreams we fly
cnd land somewhere we'll never be found
What if I said things we don't say?
Will you still watch with
done (what)
Don't trust a nigga in the back while you ridin' shotgun
I get you wild criminal
Skill to kill when the beat spill
Spark into
Neverland
With the pen and the pad
We H's up
We ridin' slabs
Make due what I can
Pick up the tempo
We ridin' cabs
Nation wild
Don't make em' mad
Nation wide
Tell me, 'All right'
I could be on your shelf, could be the bread you bake.
I can fill your larder, I'm a piece of cake.
Show me rosemary, I'll show
crazy like I spit
The blood of Rosemary's baby
Slang fire like a hustle in Haiti
Couple holes for the souls
Pitchfork for the daisies
Ashes for urns, I'm
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